If you look just through the mist in front,
it's there, it's small, but you can just see it.
You can just see it through there.
Just look a bit more carefully.
There's like nothing right here.
And that's because you're
Look out your own window,
It's gonna be a long walk home
And I'm just a stone's throw
You can tell from the groan
Throw the phone in a rage
Hit the yellow paper page
the lips to the mountains
Wide hips, smiling like a crisis
Before applying like this
Keep calm, let the mist take your bias
Blind vision, walk slowly
There ain't nothing like living
Stay cunning, bite systems
Keep running, write written
Steal souls like television
Listen if you will, fill her up
Drill it out, spill your beans like a journal
Steal the scenes, never certain
With my verbal in reversal,
get im mersed in your words
We start with the mind not fully made up,
In a time when a rookie gets cut,
Open trip, store and ship,
it's whatever way possible
It's gonna be a long walk home,
It's gonna be a long walk back, I never asked for directions,
now I'm guessing which track
Cause there's many in the maps,
like a riddle with a trap
I col lapse in the quicksand,
Isolated and exhilarated,
fighting off a chunk of a cloud
Throw the scraps to the crowds over mouths,
as I drop, hear them shout
Watch their doubt fade away while old pals
find the minutes in the day to conversate
As opposed to conglomerate,
we operate our intellectual property
And act beyond rhetorical philosophy
Another moon, another odyssey, we clip wings,
Hangin' on to thin string,
laughin' at your lip sync
Syncopotic sets, it's a long road,
yells the city to the soul
The dead beers were too cold,
so fresh beers were sold cheap
So the question's unsolved
and the page folds easily
The hero failed dismally,
the crowd applauded decently
And here of no conspiracy,
the advice is too rich for me
Delivered via clones, I re ject it and keep going on the long
There ain't nothing like living.
Aah, aah, aah, aah aah, aah,